Yay! This is (supposed to be) Hermione, looking as if she's about to tell Ron off for something . . . I got the body from some website, which I will properly credit once I find the link to it again . . .
"Don't Let Me Get Me"
(taken from Pink or Pynk or P!nk or somebody)
Never won first place, I don't support the team
I can't give directions, and my socks are never clean
Teachers doted on me, my parents smothered me
I was always in the library 'cause I can't do nothin' right
Everyday I fight a war against the mirror
I can't take the person starin' back at me
I'm a hazard to myself
Don't let me get me
I'm my own worst enemy
Its bad when you annoy yourself
So irritating
Don't wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else
Harvard told me, "You'll be a bio star,
All you have to change is everything you are."
Tired of being compared to damn Anne Margaret
She's so perfect, that just ain't me.
Doctor, doctor won't you please prescribe somethin'
A day in the life of someone else?
'Cos I'm a hazard to myself
Don't let me get me
I'm my own worst enemy
Its bad when you annoy yourself
So irritating
Don't wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else
posted by Kecia 10:52 AM
Wednesday, July 24, 2002
*tentatively tries this again*
Edit: Squeeee! It works! Finally!!!
posted by Kecia 12:55 AM
Yay! Confirmation once again!
posted by Kecia 12:28 PM
Thursday, July 18, 2002
For anyone coming here from GryffindorTower - The towerstock pics are under the entry for the 15th. Apparently they're not coming up for some of you - I apologize, but I don't know how to fix it. The photos are also available at the Queens of H/G mailing list.
posted by Kecia 10:29 AM
This made me laugh. And laugh. :-) Here's what the description said:
Canon? You know it backwards. Fanon? You've seen it all. Jaded, restless, yet still obsessed with Weasleys... no wonder you're Tom/Percy.
Finally, a ship worthy of your talents and experience! You're over here, and you haven't been quite this excited since... last week... or was it last year? This is the big one! Bigger than Snape/Filch, or Draco/Cedric, or Sirius/Fudge... God, it's been a busy month for you, hasn't it?
Now you have smut! (Should Tom always be on top, or is Dom!Percy a workable option?) And angst. (Will Percy ever admit that Tom was responsible for his terrific NEWTs?) And romance. (What about Penelope? Oh, she's shagging Ginny. Okay.) And suspense. (How much oral sex does it take to make Percy shut up about cauldron bottoms?)
What a discovery! What a challenge! Could be enough to hold your attention for up to three whole days. Then you're morphing to Tom/Fred/George. Or Lucius/Ron. The fandom is a fickle witch, and so are you.
(I really hope none of my relatives ever find this thing. Like, say, Matthew's grandparents. That would be bad.)
posted by Kecia 7:02 PM
I'm so cute! (I'm also really bored. Hence all the quizzles.)
posted by Kecia 6:53 PM
You are Critter Country, home of Splash Mountain and future location for the Winnie the Pooh ride! You stick to the basics and enjoy going to the country so you can get away from it all. Most of all, you like old-fashioned grub!
This is us at the Olive Garden. (It wasn't really this dark. Blame my scanner.)
This is us + the large concrete horse in front of P.F. Chang's, where we did not eat. I think we managed to alarm several passers-by. Not to mention the horse. I'm not a big fan of me in this picture, but oh well.
Yay, Towerstock. It was a fun day. *misses the people from her far away and soon-to-be-farther-away home*
posted by Kecia 10:16 PM
Sunday, July 14, 2002
For my very own Upside Down Penguin Perpetrator, and Koala Extraordinaire:
When I'm lost, in the rain
In your eyes I know I'll find the light
To light my way
When I'm scared, losing ground
When my world is going crazy
You can turn it all around.
And when I'm down you're there
Pushing me to the top
You're always there giving me all you've got
For a shield, from the storm
For a friend, for a love to keep me safe and warm
I turn to you
For the strength, to be strong
For the will to carry on
For everything you do, for everything that's true
I turn to you.
When I lose the will to win
I just reach for you and I can reach The sky again,
I can do anything
'Cause your love is so amazing
'Cause your love inspires me
And when I need a friend
You're always on my side
Giving me faith taking me through the night.
For the arms to be my shelter through all the rain
For truth that will never change
For someone to lean on
For a heart I can rely on through anything
For the one who I can run to,
I turn to you...
For a shield from the storm,
For a friend, for a love to keep me safe and warm
I turn to you
For the strength to be strong
For the will to carry on
For everything you do
For everything that's true
I turn to you.
-I Turn To You
Written by Diane Warren
posted by Kecia 11:16 PM
yay for having a blog that is more like a livejournal than a blog . . . yay for being of no usefulness whatsoever . . . (this is me, being tired of cleaning my room so prospective buyers will be favourably impressed. grr.)
posted by Kecia 11:02 PM
Question: "How many elves does it take to change a lantern?"
Answer: "10. 1 to change it, 1 to fall in love with him, and 8 to write epic ballads about the other two."
posted by Kecia 6:06 PM
Thursday, July 11, 2002
the two of us. :-) this is mostly a test to see if i can get this to work, so i'll just say here that the models for these figures were taken from a website - but i don't know which one. if this works, i'll post a link to it tomorrow. after sleep. mmmsleep . . .
posted by Kecia 11:31 PM
*crosses her fingers, prays, and blows kisses northwards*
I hate the world today
You're so good to me, I know
but I can't change
-Bitch, Meredith Brooks
posted by Kecia 6:02 PM
Monday, July 08, 2002
From The Strength To Love
By Martin Luther King, Jr.
The meaning of love is not to be confused with some sentimental outpouring. Love is something much more than emotional bosh…An overflowing love which seeks nothing in return,[agape] is the love of God operating in the human heart…Love is the most durable power in the world. This creative force, so beautifully exemplified in the life of our Christ, is the most potent instrument available in mankind's quest for peace and security…The great military leaders of the past have gone, and their empires have crumbled and burned to ashes. But the empire of Jesus, built solidly and majestically on the foundation of love, is still growing.
It's me! It really is! Okay, so maybe I should go to bed. (Look at me, I'm a squirrel going to bed)
So, if you could be an animagi, what would you be? I had decided the other day to be a panther, but now I'm thinking squirrel . . . less cool, but possibly more useful . . .hrm . . not that I'll ever be required to make this decision . . .oh well.
Speaking of HPesque things, I started the final part to my ficlet trilogy the other night, but my mom kept interrupting. It was probably for the best anyway - it mostly sucked. I liked it though, despite it's suckage. And since no one reads this - except maybe Kevin when he gets bored - I'm going to post the opening here. All ungrammarchecked and everything. So there.
So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
-Metallica “nothing else matters”
It was dawn. Clear and cold, the sun rose above the horizon to face an empty world. Snow lay on the ground; not new fallen, but frozen over of the cold winter’s work, giving the appearance of many years’ residence, sparkling across the moor. The shadows lengthened as the day brightened, sending the snow into a frenzy of brilliance and shadows. White, searing white ran up to the world’s edge and hurled itself into the blue of a new day. Only one hollow, near to that edge, marred the dichromatic landscape. Viewed from an owl’s height, nearly lost in shadow, twinned pools of red and black splashed against the white. A child’s still life, drawn with a moralist’s paintbrush.
The pool of black stirred, moaned, and resolved itself into a man, dressed in school robes. Green eyes blinked and focused as the man – Harry, the boy-who-lived – slowly met consciousness.
~~~
And now I really am going to bed. I think.
This is me, in a very mellow mood. mmmmBrandenburg concertos . . . Had several brainstorms today, mostly while driving. (always. or in the shower. all my good ideas come in one or the other.) 1) I'm going to talk to Adam about grad school. You see, I went to DT today, and he was there, and it was good to see all the dters, and anyway we started talking about grad school, and I said I was scared, blahblahblah . . . the point is, on the way home I figured out what I was scared of. I'm afraid I can't do it. That it'll be too hard. Nothing in my life has ever been too hard for me - if it was, I avoided it. "Too many things I can't do too well, afraid I'll try real hard, and I'll fail-- This is how it's been." (from Free, by Ginny Owens) Hrm. Maybe I should listen to that song some more. Anyway, my resolution was to email Adam and get his thoughts on the matter, from his perspective of four years into it. And maybe those girls at UMD. Hrm . . . so much to do, so little motivation . . . 2) I thought of a new filing system for all my junk and finally 3) I came to the conclusion that I really am a self-centered, selfish person. This didn't depress me as much as it normally would. Must be the pretty music. MmmmBach.
"blog this!" hasn't been working the past couple of days, and so some lovely posts have been lost. i pout.
posted by Kecia 11:05 AM
Friday, July 05, 2002
i would just like to take up this space on the web to point out that literary critics are asses. they are low, base, vile creatures that should be stripped from the earth even before lawyers.
(*tries to purge horrible of a favorite book from her mind*)
posted by Kecia 10:42 PM
>: D
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Gotta love how Presbyterians aren't considered to be 'real' Christians. I first heard this attitude from my mom, who, in all fairness, was joking, but it is subtly echoed in this excerpt from a University of Chicago article . . .
"In his recent essay, "Harry and the Evangelicals," Richard Peace argues that the difference lies not in the stories but in the authors. J.R.R. Tolkein, who wrote The Lord of the Rings, was a committed Catholic whose close friend, C.S. Lewis, was an author popular in religious circles. Tolkein's comment that the book was "a fundamentally religious work" has strengthened the book's Christian credentials. By comparison, J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series, is a Presbyterian who has kept her religious beliefs out of the public view. Rumors of Rowling's childhood play at being a witch and making potions with sticks have weighed against her. In the fundamentalist view, Peace states, these clues to each author's character make the difference. "
You can read the full text at http://divinity.uchicago.edu/sightings/archive_2002/0627.html
i'm too sleepy to make it a link
in other news, matthew and i got an apartment yesterday! whohoo! so if you want our new address, be sure and contact one of us.
This is me, in a very mellow mood. mmmmBrandenburg concertos . . . Had several brainstorms today, mostly while driving. (always. or in the shower. all my good ideas come in one or the other.) 1) I'm going to talk to Adam about grad school. You see, I went to DT today, and he was there, and it was good to see all the dters, and anyway we started talking about grad school, and I said I was scared, blahblahblah . . . the point is, on the way home I figured out what I was scared of. I'm afraid I can't do it. That it'll be too hard. Nothing in my life has ever been too hard for me - if it was, I avoided it. "Too many things I can't do too well, afraid I'll try real hard, and I'll fail-- This is how it's been." (from Free, by Ginny Owens) Hrm. Maybe I should listen to that song some more. Anyway, my resolution was to email Adam and get his thoughts on the matter, from his perspective of four years into it. And maybe those girls at UMD. Hrm . . . so much to do, so little motivation . . . 2) I thought of a new filing system for all my junk and finally 3) I came to the conclusion that I really am a self-centered, selfish person. This didn't depress me as much as it normally would. Must be the pretty music. MmmmBach.
